| : EATING THE GOD : here in the shiny swamplands of maybe brigades sucking the stems of max factor in the wild wild west searching endlessly for some flash -- a sign something to rid me of these fat, white worms squrmng @ the end of this pencil tele-vision tapping messages into brain vein must conform must conform take it all never resist fighting is baaaaad writing is baaaaaad take it all again & again her daisies are twolips who think they've finally arrived into being that tapestry has a tongue but it isnt going to use it -- those soldyerz are willing but cant afford to lose it the flames the panic whispering its odes to my withering soul the walls r breathing in excess of capacity buzzing the answer on 373 channels of infamy u r not dffrnt or uneek u r whut wee made ewe search no more... just relax. relax. its coming. .........................its closer than u think. to find the lines feeling for the edges signaling a revolt in my swell apartment tonguing the abyss scaling the staircase winding down each padded step releases the dust of memory in sweet silent rhythms the boards crrreaak a song of madness descending deeper into the void of creation building itself from the embers of my beloved suffering & the weakness eye call torment stylish flare and quiet confidence stylish flare and quiet confidence stylish flare and quiet confidence overwhelmed by the stink of yor alien sovereignty frendz of the empire glorious republic servant sires avatar seances bleeding the wicked winds of emptiness searching for gnosis in the agnostic sea picking the blistered teeth of apathy for just one more morsel one more crumb of evidence to empower this age to come out of hiding to remember our fading god .ad nauseum .on & on .into sickness "please eat them swiftly Master Snake" -- said the bird of her kicking young -- "don't let them suffer sweet sire -- my failure should be punishment enuff" this is the experiment in blood -- of scabs -- & scratches on lucid plateaus & strange latitudes of invention in the wet passions of Night surrendering to the call once more we bathe -- we bleed -- we receive quivering in the cylinder smile of forbidden stratospheres -- sleep is for amateurs & everybody wants to eat the god .......ready to strike prepare the body bags & cadaver dogs slow slide into destruction suitable for viewing blanket statement purposeful & all meaning saving the self turbo lifted frame wurkt carbon dating testing for virus bacteria free noble current tempting --- this new muse is brutal a master with an unending appetite for victory |